Though—as Thou beholdest me, O my God—I be dwelling in a
place within whose walls no voice can be heard except the sound of the echo,
though all the gates of ease and comfort be shut against us, and thick darkness
appear to have compassed us on every side, yet my soul hath been so inflamed by
its love for Thee, that nothing whatsoever can either quench the fire of its
love or abate the consuming flame of its desire. Lifting up its voice, it
crieth aloud amidst Thy servants, and calleth them, at all times and under all
conditions, unto Thee.
- Baha’u’llah (‘Prayers and meditations by Baha’u’llah’)
